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The slip back into consciousness was unnatural. Not only were his senses muted but he whirred to life, infinitesimal pieces clicking, spinning and connecting in an elaborate web. An electric charge had been the catalyst that powered him up — his new life blood, inside his new body.

Miller couldn’t see clearly when he fully came to. There were no eyes to open, or to close, frozen in a static feed of the world seen through a dirty lens. He moved to sit up which gave rise to new panic. A crude mechanical groan accompanied his movement and when he made to look to his hands there were none to be seen. Metal. All of it. Metal framing, a mockery of metal digits that he could only loosely manipulate.

Worst of all, he couldn’t speak.

Another in the room became more prominent when they grabbed for him. He knew their face, it was the kid... the one who had been on the wrong side of a gun. His memory faded out  — where were they? How long had he been out? What the fuck was happening?

He slipped off the table which wasn’t a table at all, a workbench littered with tools and spare pieces, the surface covered completely by the teenager’s frenzied work. Miller gestured to him and moved to motion around the room. It was the best way he could ask what this all was.

Then he caught a horrifying sight. One that made him lose what disjointed thoughts he had. The prototype android reached for his own head and tugged and pulled, struggling around to try and remove whatever-it-was covering his face. He couldn’t process that he had no face to cover. That the ‘thing’ he tried to pry off and was close to succeeding was the closest thing to a head he had. It was all too much! He wanted it to stop, he wanted to wake up now!

Have known @deadkenndy for a single day. Leon is invited to all the yeehaw barbeques. Just gotta teach him some Southern accent.

Leon: Something’s not right...

[giant blood puddle on the floor in front of him]

YA THINK?

only-we​:

That all didn’t fucking add up. So Smith was suddenly gone? Pulled out of Joey’s grip apparently. And there was blood? A whole trail? What the fuck had happened?

Had he been attacked? By what? An enemy spotting them? Or just shooting at them blindly and getting in a lucky one? Or some kind of animal? Or had he been hit by some branch being thrown around by the winds of the storm?

There were so many options and Jacob didn’t know which one was more likely. And which one unsettled him most.

Having his hand tightly hooked onto Miller’s shoulder, he looked around and tried to make out anything… but it all looked the same. Orange reddish hell of wind and sand.

“What happened?! Did they find him again?!”

He would go and find that stupid bastard himself, if need be. But currently Jacob knew his assigned position was to be last in the line. Make sure no one got lost… well shit, that had happened just now and they didn’t know where he was?!

Step by step, following after where Kay lead them, Jacob again tried to drill his headset into his brain, at least it felt like that.

“Seed to Kolchek! Smith is lost, there is blood! We can’t find him, what are we-”

The next words cut off into a loud “FUCK!” when there suddenly was something catching onto Jacob’s boot, making him stumble and fall down. His fingers slipping from Miller’s shoulder, but instinctively clawing onto his best friend’s boot.

Looking down and around in half a panic, Jacob could see that there actually was someone holding onto his own foot. Just a hand at first, letting go of his rifle, Jacob reached for the arm and dragged the person closer so he could try and recognize anything through the howling sand. The sand also slipped from the man’s form and revealing more of his identity. Marine uniform. Helmet. No mask but a whole lot of blood. Smith.

“It’s Smith! What the fuck!? Ya’ll marched right past him!”

Not that Jacob could fault them – there could be a whole troop of enemies sitting a meter away, they would’ve had no clue. And vice versa.

This entire situation had gone sideways. When it rained it poured and out in a sand storm that wasn’t something pretty. Even for a squad of marines such a force of nature could be intimidating. But they would overcome this trial, just like any other that was thrown at them.

“These FUCKIN’ headphones!” Jason swore, aggravated by all the interruptions to communication. He was going to collect them all at the end of this mission and stomp them all to fucking pieces at this rate. “This is Kolchek. Relay the situation to me.”

Sergeant Kay attempted to communicate though the headset again. He explained how he was guiding the rear group to link back up with the front, then the equipment dropped out again. The intention to circle back himself to locate Smith was lost in that fuzzy disconnect, but at the very least he did complete his objective, securing the two groups back together again.

Miller startled and yelled “HALT!” up the line. Too much was happening at the same time, he could only hope that the command made it up the chain quickly enough. He had to release his hold on the shoulder in front of him to turn, initially offering a hand to Jacob before he saw another figure being pulled into view.

He swore out too softly for anyone to hear, clawing onto Jacob to help him stand before managing to dip and sling one of Smith’s arms around his shoulders to act as his support to help him stand. “We have Smith.” he calmly relayed through the headset.

The slow crawl resumed and when the group finally made it to the truck Jason yelled for Seed and Park to get their asses to the front. He helped steady Smith and guided him into the truck, shoving him onto one of the seats and waving for everyone to pile in.

Where Jacob sat, Miller didn’t even hesitate to take a seat on one of his legs. The truck was only so big and everyone had to really squeeze in to escape the sand storm.

“That was a fuckin’ nightmare out there.” Jason commented, tending to Smith’s first aid as best as he could with the resources they had. Looked like the side of his face had taken a battering. “Need to polish our communication. If these headsets fuck us over, gotta be able to rely on each other... so what the fuck happened?”

Even Miller leaned in to listen closely. Smith was just as uncertain as everyone else, but Joey spoke up. “There was something. Happened so fast, but there was like.. metal or I don’t know- being carried in those winds. Knocked Smith straight outta my grip and tossed him.”

@reiivusu​​

“Hello, emergency services? There’s a weapon on the loose... his name is Ravus, he’s being stubborn about his old uniform and the buttons on that thing are lethal. Hello??”

reiivusu​:

[╳]     ||     It had always struck Ravus as… surprising that children were less off-put by him than many adults. Perhaps such things had ceased to matter when it became apparent the sun was not about to rise any time soon ; old feuds and the like felt petty  ( unnecessarily so, for the most part )  in the wake of needing to lean upon each other to survive. It made sense, in a grim sort of way, that children might flock towards the people they knew protected them.

And, in his case, to those who occasionally snuck them sweets or sketches of plants and places outside Lestallum.

“Miss Serah.” The greeting was as curt as he would address anyone - but in the next second, he eased down onto a knee so he was closer to the young girl’s eye level. “What do you have to report to me this time?”

“I have a lot to say, you will need to take a seat.” Serah advised oh-so-sagely. She plopped down so she was sitting cross-legged in front of him. Her hands came up then, animated as she started to give her report.

“First’ve all, Mummy is helpin’ the teachers now. She said she’s gotta be careful hunting. I think she just misses me though.” It was likely news that Ravus had been told face-to-face with the woman herself. Though in the mind of a child she was the know-all and had the BEST news to share. “Also, there’s new people here.” That tidbit was noteworthy. So rarely were there any newcomers from the darkness... no. Most of the news were of people going lost, never to be found again. “I met one of them. Her name is Miszzz Ifalna.” Someone didn’t quite have a grasp on how to say ‘Ms’. “Annnd. Enok is back. He found extra special...”

That was when Serah paused. She looked around the room to be sure, pushing herself back to her feet to come around to Ravus’ side. Even like that she had to stretch a bit to whisper the secret to his ear. “He found chocolate. I saved some for you.”

Life Lessons from Steven Yeun

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some  ideas  for  first  meeting  prompts  that  may  help  break  the  ice  between  characters .  feel  free  to  amend  contexts  &  roles  where  required !  violent  &  alcohol  related  prompts  present . 

[ BAR ]  :   for  your  muse  to  join  mine  at  a  bar  [ DINER ]  :  for  your  muse  to  join  mine  at  a  diner / restaurant   [ SAVE ] :  for  your  muse  to  step  in  to  save  my  muse  in  a  fight  [ FAKE ] :  for  your  muse  to  pretend  to  know  my  muse  in  public  to  save  them  from  a  difficult  encounter [ RUN ] :  for  your  muse  to  grab  my  muse’s  hand  and  tell  them  to  run  [ STEAL ]  :  for  your  muse  to  try  to  steal  from  my  muse  ( pickpocketing ,  in  their  home  etc  –  feel  free  to  specify  context ! ) [ STUDY ] :  for  your  muse  to  join  mine  to  study / read   [ PICNIC ] :  for  your  muse  to  join  mine  on  a  picnic  [ FIRST  DATE ] :  for  your  muse  to  meet  mine  for  a  first  date   [ BREAK  IN ] :  for  our  muses  to  break  in  somewhere  together  [ ATTACK ] :  for  your  muse  to  try  to  attack  mine  ( specify  context ! ) [ DANCE ] :  for  your  muse  to  invite  mine  to  dance  [ PAY ] :  for  your  muse  to  pay  for  my  muse’s  item(s)  ( specify  context ! ) [ TAXI ] :  for  our  muses  to  share  a  taxi  ride  somewhere [ CAR ] :  for  your  muse  to  jump  in  my  muse’s  car  and  tell  them  to  drive [ LOCKED  OUT ] :  for  your  muse  to  be  locked  out  of  their  apartment  &  to  ask  for  help  from  mine  [ DIY ] :  for  your  muse  to  ask  mine  for  help  with  diy  in  their  home  [ DARE ] :  for  your  muse  to  approach  mine  on  a  dare [ PATCH ] :  for  your  muse  to  help  mine  with  an  injury [ COMFORT ] :  for  your  muse  to  comfort  mine  [ SWIM ] :  for  your  muse  to  throw  mine  into  the  sea /  a  river /  pool  ( specify ! ) [ RESTRAINED ] :  for  our  muses  to  be  tied  up  together  [ CRY ]  :  for  your  muse  to  find  mine  crying   [ KIDNAP ] :  for  your  muse  to  kidnap  mine [ DRUNK ] :  for  your  muse  to  look  after  mine  while  drunk  [ ZOMBIE ] :  for  our  muses  to  be  caught  in  a  zombie  attack  together  [ TRAPPED ] :  for  our  muses  to  be  trapped  somewhere  together  ( stuck  in  a  storm ?  kidnapped  together ?  dodgy  lock  on  a  door ? )  [ WARN ] :  for  your  muse  to  warn  mine  of  incoming  danger [ COFFEE SHOP ] :  for  your  muse  to  join  mine  at  a  coffee  shop  /  café [ WORK ] :  for  your  muse  to  help  train  mine  on  the  first  day  of  their  job  [ ROOMMATES ] :   for  your  muse  to  be  my  muse’s  roommate  ( feel  free  to  specify  whether  in  a  college  or  a  regular  setting ! ) [ BOOKSHOP ] :  for  our  muses  to  meet  in  a  bookshop  [ EVENT ] :  for  our  muses  to  meet  at  a  charity  event   [ FUNDRAISING ] :  for  our  muses  to  team  up  to  raise  money  for  charity  ( feel  free  to  specify  potential  ideas ! ) [ COMPETITORS ] :  for  our  muses  to  be  rivals  in  a  competition  [ KARAOKE ] :  for  our  muses  to  sing  karaoke  together  [ MUTUAL  FRIEND ] :  for  our  muses  to  meet  through  a  mutual  friend [ STOOD  UP ] :  for  your  muse  to  join  mine  on  a  date  after  noticing  that  they  have  been  stood  up [ MISSION ] :  for  our  muses  to  meet  on  a  mission  [ UNDERCOVER ] :  for  your  muse  to  approach  mine  while  undercover [ MUSUEM ] :  for  our  muses  to  meet  at  a  museum  [ ABANDONED ] :  for  our  muses  to  meet  in  an  abandoned  building  [ STARGAZING ] :  for  our  muses  to  meet  while  stargazing  [ ROOFTOP ] :  for  your  muse  to  find  mine  on  a  rooftop